This turned out to be a lot shorter than I anticipated, but I think it still works. It's just more of an interlude than anything, really. Also, I've decided to unofficially announce that if you need a visual for Mitchell, then try to picture Jonathan Wright, with brown hair. He's from Spring Awakenings, which Lea Michele was a part of as well. Big thanks to Soulless Warlock for the idea.
GLEE: A Different Point of View
Here's what you might have missed...
Mitchell has had some ups and downs as the new kid at McKinley. But, there's been more ups lately. To be specific, his relationship with Santana, and the Glee club finally coming together as one to put on an amazing performance at the Invitationals. However, despite all the goodness flowing, Mitchell has still been feeling something for Quinn.
That's what you missed.
Chapter 6- "Buy Me Things" (Original Chapter)
Mitchell and Santana were currently in Santana's bedroom, kissing. To the side, Brittany was watching as if it was a Tuesday night TV show on Fox.
"Does she always have to watch us?"
"Boyfriend, normal guys would get their zipper going at just the thought of another girl watching."
Mitchell accepted the answer, and the two of them resumed their make-out session. However, it was a mere thirty seconds or so later when another question needed to be asked...
"Does she have to eat chips, though?"
:::McKinley High School:::
"So, how do you personally think you've been doing lately?" Emma inquired, "I've heard good things from your teachers."
It had been awhile since Mitchell last visited the guidance counselors office. In fact, the previous was way back before he ended up coupling with Santana Lopez. While Quinn still lingered in his mind from time to time, Mitchell had been feeling pretty good as of late. What could he say? Between his relationship with Santana and Glee club finally united as one, the world was just a brighter place to be a part of these days.
"I think I've been doing good," his honest answer, "Glee's finally on the right track. Santana and I have a date tonight. My job's been easy. It's all good."
"I'm proud of you, Mitchell," Ms. Pillsbury smiled in that delicate way she had, "You've really started to come out of your shell."
"Thanks to Santana."
"And how have things been between the two of you?" Ms. Pillsbury wondered.
Mitchell shrugged, "She can kinda take some getting used to, I guess. But, I think things are only getting better."
:::Sue Sylvester's Office:::
"Progress report, Santana."
Santana Lopez had been ordered to the Cheerios Head Coach's office. Of course, it was painfully obvious what this meeting would entail. Sue would want some information regarding Santana's recent Mitchell Marcus Mason Mission. How far had they progressed? How much longer until the boy was destroyed?
"We have a shopping date, tonight," Santana spoke proudly, "His wallet will be officially drained."
Sue wanted more.
"Umm," Santana thought for a moment, "He's been a little meaner. I've talked to him about football, but he doesn't want anything to do with it. He's afraid of distracting himself from Glee."
"Okay," Sue nodded, "Not quite the level of forward movement I was looking for. But, I'm willing to accept it."
"I'm not sure that the glee club is going to be easy to take down anymore," Santana explained, "Everyone is a lot closer since King of the Drag Queens came back."
"Everyone?" Sue wanted clarification.
"I'm still on your side," Santana confirmed, "Brittany, too."
Sue sighed, "We've lost Quinn. Well, okay, let's re-adjust the mission parameters here. Listen," she leaned forward against the desk, "I'm going to need you to really put the screws to Stinky. Taking away a member of that curly-haired halfway homosexual's club now, will be an even bigger blow than before."
"How do I do that, though? I mean... He doesn't want to play football. He doesn't want to do anything to hurt his chances in Glee."
"I have confidence in you," Sue sat back with a satisfied smile, "You haven't let me down, thus far. I know you can do this. And, I know that because I am willing to reward you the role of Head Cheerleader if you succeed."
Head Cheerleader? For that prize, Santana would do anything.
:::The Mall:::
For what may have very well been the first time since their little dance in the choir room, Mitchell and Santana were by themselves. Well, in a sense, considering that they were inside of a crowded mall. With Mitchell's wallet filled with his earnings, the time had come to purchase Santana's first gift of many.
She was smiling, and dare Mitchell say that it suited her far better than the usual smirk she wore. She seemed genuinely excited, and happy to be around Mitchell. And, it should have felt good. It should have made the boy feel like a million dollars. But, it didn't.
"What?" she asked as they walked, noticing Mitchell's somber mood.
"Nothing." he shrugged.
It wasn't nothing. It hadn't really hit him until just then. This was the happiest Santana had ever been with him since they started dating. Ahhh... no, this was stupid. He knew what Santana was like. He had heard it from Kurt and the rest of his friends. Why was it bothering him all of a sudden? He tried blocking it out, pushing it as far away from his mind as he could.
They had arrived at the store, and tragedy struck violently.
Santana glared angrily at the empty showcase, marching into the store with a tightened jaw, eyes lit with an intense anger. She stomped over to the store Representative, "Where is it?"
"What?" the employee was unaware of what this cheerleader was referring to.
And why was she dressed in her uniform, anyway?
Mitchell took the initiative, "There was this really nice necklace in the window a couple weeks ago..."
"Oh," they nodded, "The Von Fleur. Yes, it was sold last night."
"You don't have more?"
"I'm sorry," they apologized, "That was the last of our inventory for now."
Santana was fit to be tied. Mitchell had to ask, "When will there be more?"
"We are expecting the next shipment in a month or two."
Santana damn near exploded on the spot, "A month or two! Bitch, I want my necklace now!"
"Whoah, whoah, okay." Mitchell nervously lead his girlfriend out of the store and a decent length away from it.
"Unbelievable!" Santana exclaimed, scoffing and crossing her arms.
"It's okay." Mitchell tried calming her down.
"Okay?" she questioned, people giving looks as they walked by, "Okay? Those people do not know the first thing about running a store! Because of them, I'm screwed out of my necklace! How is this okay?"
"We're in a mall," Mitchell offered in a calm voice, "Tons of different stores. There's bound to be something else."
"I don't want anything else!" she barked.
Oh how quickly this relationship was starting to sour, "Well... Let's grab something to eat. We might as well make the most of this night, right?"
"That's boring. Why would I wanna just hang out here?" Santana sighed, shaking her head, "I wanna go home."
Now Mitchell was sighing, "Everything they were saying is true."
"What?" she was confused, "What are you talking about?"
"You're just," Mitchell hesitated, "... Playing with me. You don't care about me. You don't care about us. I'm just a toy that you can mess around with until you're bored."
"Wait a minute..."
Mitchell interrupted, "I think I've pretty much known since we started dating. But... I..." he sighed, "Was just trying to ignore it."
"Hold up," Santana wasn't liking this at all, she could literally feel her cheerleading promotion slip through the cracks between her fingers, "Who is talking shit?"
"Doesn't matter." Mitchell shrugged, turning away and walking in the opposite direction.
Santana couldn't believe it. What the hell had just happened? Nobody walked out on her! Nobody! It just didn't happen! If anything, Santana Lopez walked out on them. Not the other way around. Not like this loser was doing to her.
Feeling depressed, his heart sinking, Mitchell was in the midst of marching his way right out of the mall, when a certain something caught his eye before he could reach the exit. It was a baby store, and there were these two little stuffed animal bears sitting in the corner of a display case. One blue and one pink. They weren't typical, as there was some kind of flashy stones in their eyes. Mitchell had no clue which ones they were.
They were pricey. Nothing too extravagant, but all the same. Of course, a certain someone popped into the boy's mind. A certain beautiful someone. He took one step before stopping himself. There was no reason for him to buy anything for Quinn, let alone her unborn child.
He sighed and walked away.
:::McKinley High School:::
"Mitchell?" Ms. Pillsbury was a bit surprised, "I wasn't expecting to see you again so soon. Is everything alright?"
His hair was a mess, clothes just as bad off, and he had an expression on his face that told the tale of a young man who hadn't received any sleep the previous night. In short, he looked horrible. He shuffled over to the chair on the opposite side of the desk and plopped down, sitting back and nearly falling asleep from exhaustion.
"I did something stupid," he whined, head going back, "Something really really stupid."
"Well," she took a closer look at his face, though not too close, "I don't see any black eyes or bloody lips, so I'm ruling out a confrontation with the football team."
"Remember how I said that Santana and I were going out on a date?"
Emma nodded.
Mitchell sighed, scratching the back of his head and rubbing the side fast for a moment - a nervous habit - and started the explanation, "I broke up with her."
"Oh no," Emma frowned, "Why would you do that?"
Mitchell sighed yet again, "Ever since we started dating, everyone else has been trying to warn me about her and how she can be. And... It wasn't so much that I didn't believe them, as I just... Ignored 'em. But, last night, like the second we stepped into the mall, it just hit me. She's not with me. We're not together. I mean, look at Finn and Quinn. They're together. They're a couple. Santana and I just felt like two people that happened to be standing next to each other."
Mitchell continued, "I was supposed to buy her something. I mean, it was the whole reason I got a job. They didn't have that thing she wanted. When that happened, she wanted nothing to do with me. She just wanted to go home. It completely validated everything that everyone had said."
Emma thought this over for a moment before saying anything, "What happened next?"
"I left."
"Mitchell, I'm surprised," she spoke thoughtfully, "The last time we spoke, you were so happy. Everything was good. I realize there is a degree of difficulty that comes with Santana, but it seemed like you had it handled very well."
Mitchell listened.
"Something else had to have happened yesterday." Emma raised an interesting point, "What was it?"
Mitchell shrugged, shaking his head.
"Mitchell..."
:::Sue Sylvester's Office:::
Sue Sylvester was not sitting down. Sue Sylvester was not happy, not content, not okay at all. She had just received word that her plan to take the glee club out of one Mitchell Marcus Mason had evaporated seemingly within the blink of an eye. It appeared as though, last night, a turn for the worse had come in the form of that stinky little lamb dumping the beautiful Santana Lopez like a bag of dirt in the field.
And, oddly enough, Santana seemed to genuinely be hurt. Granted, she wasn't crying or shedding a single stray tear to symbolize the sadness. But, there was something underneath, something quiet and afraid to come out.
That just wouldn't do at all.
"Stinky the Lamb is becoming a Schuester clone," Sue stated in pure disgust, "He's breaking you."
"I'm not broken." Santana proclaimed, sitting in the chair.
"Oh, Ms. Lopez, the undefeated streak is over," Sue remained standing, "The fat lady has sung. And her voice leaves a bitter taste in my mouth that a thousand power rinses couldn't wash out."
"Can't I hit on someone else?" Santana wondered, "It would totally be scandalous if Mr. Schuester and I got friendly."
Sue raised an intrigued brow, "Tempting, but no. He would never. Besides, it's obvious to anyone with at least one decent eyeball that he's head over heels for one Emma Pillsbury. Speaking of undefeated streaks, I can only imagine that if there were an award for America's Top Prude, she would be crowned and successfully defend her title for at least two decades straight."
"Now," Sue got back on track, "Where is that Santana Lopez? I can't find her anywhere."
Santana raised her hand.
"You?" Sue questioned, "No, not you. You're not her. You're not the young lady that would do absolutely anything she had to to survive in the jungle that is William McKinley High School. You are not the young lady who seeks to usurp - yeah, that's right, usurp - the reigning Head Cheerleader. You are not the vivacious little vixen that I trusted to cripple a Lamb named Stinky."
"I am!" Santana boldly stated, standing, "I can still do this."
"Be that as it may, we can't officially tackle the problem until we know exactly what happened."
"He thinks I'm just messing with him," Santana explained, "When they didn't have the necklace I wanted, I didn't see the point in staying on a shopping date when no shopping was taking place. The next thing I know, he walked out."
"That's not it," something didn't add up, "He had to already be aware of the nonsense. He didn't seem to care about it before."
Santana was confused, "Well then, what the hell?"
:::Flashback:::
There was a bus stop in front of the hospital. Currently, that's where Mitchell was stationed with a shiny new paycheck in his hand. He would finally be able to buy Santana that necklace. Hopefully she would be happy with it, wear it wherever she went and tell people who bought it for her. Maybe that was a little selfish, but he didn't care. The most important thing was making her happy, no matter how superficial said happiness was.
"Hey, Mitchell."
Mitchell looked over his shoulder to find Quinn standing there, "Oh, hey."
"What are you doing?" she wondered, taking a seat beside him.
He proudly showed off the paycheck, "Gonna buy my baby some stuff."
Quinn partly smiled, "Ah, I see."
"How are you doing?"
"Good."
He was used to her rushing by him at this point in the conversation, "Don't you have to..." he gestured to the building.
"I'm actually a few minutes early," she revealed, "For once."
A quiet moment or two passed as did the cars driving by. Strangely enough, it was comfortable. The silence was broken, however, by Quinn...
"Are you sure you want to spend all your money on her?" she realized how cold that sounded, "I mean... You earned it. Why not spend it on yourself?"
He moved his shoulders, "Yeah, why?"
Quinn wasn't sure if she wanted to say what she was about to say, but she felt obligated in some way, "She doesn't actually like you."
Mitchell groaned under his breath, not in the mood to hear this right now.
"I'm serious," Quinn pressed, "She's just playing around with you. You're like a toy for her to mess around with until she gets bored."
"I know, I know." he was annoyed, "It doesn't matter, though."
"It should," Quinn found herself feeling good for being genuine rather than spiteful, "The second she gets back in the mood, she's going to jump back to Puck."
"Why do you care?"
She hesitated before answering, "Ever since I got pregnant... I've just felt... different. I don't want to be like I was before. I'm not saying I'm interested in becoming Little Miss Sunshine, but..."
The bus had just turned down at the end of the street, it would arrive in a matter of seconds. Mitchell stood, ready for it to take him away.
"You seem like a decent guy, Mitchell," the bombshell dropped, "You should be with someone that actually likes you, too. Trust me, a one-sided relationship isn't worth it, no matter what you're getting out of it."
"I gotta go."
"Me too." Quinn stood as well, heading for the hospital entrance with a goodbye.
Mitchell stopped as his foot touched the second step on the bus. Quinn stopped just before reaching the automatic doors. In that second, they looked back over their shoulders, glancing at each other for just the slightest of seconds.